Naturally

Cold, the temperature of my skin. Mess, something that I'm in. Wrong, the stuff that I do, when I should've just listened to you. Dark, the shade of the sky. Counting sheep to try to sleep at night. Fast, the speed of the time passing by But how do I make this right? Sick, how I feel when I'm lost. Now I have to pay the cost. Wish, something I need right now. White, the cotton ball clouds. Bridge, I'm stepping over my fear. Fear, I fear only you my dear. Love, it's a natural instict inside, a rollercoater you're afraid to ride. Love, the feelings that I feel. You, the only one to me that's real.

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